Floating Away

It's the weight I'm trying to get inside the frame

I've been painting a fat man

He's big and and fat and heavy

As a man can be

But he's been floating away

Floating away

He's been floating away from me

In the mirror, my withering skin is a thorny pleasure

I stand unflinching and I mark each crease and sting

My brush, my wooden flair, my ancient thresher

As unforgiving time flays everything

It's the truth I'm trying to get inside the frame

Now I'm painting myself naked

But I need a pair of boots about as heavy as boots can be

Or I'd be floating away

Floating away

I'd be floating away from me

And every thorn sends thistle down

Drifting all around

I'm floating away

Floating away

Floating away from me